[Hook: Ralph Martinez]
Walk up on the scene, got the whole club rockin'
Fresh pair of jeans, I got money in my pocket
Just tell me how you want it girl you know that I got it
If you really bout' it bout' it then baby let's get it poppin'
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Aye, let's get it poppin'
[Verse 1: Ralph Martinez]
I'm in this hoe, yeah I'm this bitch
They say I'm too lyrical, well here go some ignant shit
Swaggin' out in my ray bans, stompin' out in my ACG's
You know what is when I'm up in this bitch, these hoes just flip when they see me
Cause' they know I'm the man hoe, don't be actin' like you ain't know
You can tell I'm not the same man I was a year ago
Now I just chuck the duces if it ain't about them cash rolls
Now let's have a toast for all the douches and the ass holes
Sippin' on drank, puffin' on dank, real ass nigga there's nothin' I can't do
Lately I feel like I can't lose
I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm up in the clouds
Come in your town and I'm shuttin' it down
Look how these niggas be runnin' they mouth
They must not understand what I'm about
[Hook: Ralph Martinez]
Walk up on the scene, got the whole club rockin'
Fresh pair of jeans, I got money in my pocket
Just tell me how you want it girl you know that I got it
If you really bout' it bout' it then baby let's get it poppin'
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Aye, let's get it poppin'
[Verse 2: Michael Red]
Niggas sayin' I get broads right
They black, they spanish, they all types
They want it, they get it right on sight
Spend it all fuck that cost right?
My girlfriend got a girlfriend and her girlfriend got a girlfriend
We throwin' parties and we only lettin' girls in
It's all right, yeah it's all night
Oh they talk and we live it man them niggas all hype
And my jeans get big with them racks in it
Car got big and got ass in it
White on white and it's black tinted
I need a louie v bag with some stacks in it
These women talkin' crazy, come so far just to see me
Gas prices so high they can't wait till' I'm on TV
I said women talkin' crazy, come so far just to see me
Gas prices so high they can't wait till' I'm on TV
[Verse 3: Chabo]
They say Chabeezy damn you, you be actin' brand new
Bitch I think I'm BCU, bitch I think I'm FAMU
And I don't just fuck anything, girl I'm hella picky
I need a yellow bone, with ass like nicki
But tell the waiter, bring me some mo' bottles
Hold up bruh, bring me some mo' models
Full house in that VIP, upper hand when them cards dealt
Ralph M. and that TM baby come and get yo' heartfelt
Walk up on the scene, got the whole club rockin'
Fresh pair of jeans, I got money in my pocket
Just tell me how you want it girl you know that I got it
If you really bout' it bout' it then baby let's get it poppin'
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Aye, let's get it poppin'
[Verse 1: Ralph Martinez]
I'm in this hoe, yeah I'm this bitch
They say I'm too lyrical, well here go some ignant shit
Swaggin' out in my ray bans, stompin' out in my ACG's
You know what is when I'm up in this bitch, these hoes just flip when they see me
Cause' they know I'm the man hoe, don't be actin' like you ain't know
You can tell I'm not the same man I was a year ago
Now I just chuck the duces if it ain't about them cash rolls
Now let's have a toast for all the douches and the ass holes
Sippin' on drank, puffin' on dank, real ass nigga there's nothin' I can't do
Lately I feel like I can't lose
I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm up in the clouds
Come in your town and I'm shuttin' it down
Look how these niggas be runnin' they mouth
They must not understand what I'm about
[Hook: Ralph Martinez]
Walk up on the scene, got the whole club rockin'
Fresh pair of jeans, I got money in my pocket
Just tell me how you want it girl you know that I got it
If you really bout' it bout' it then baby let's get it poppin'
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin'
Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it
Aye, let's get it poppin'
[Verse 2: Michael Red]
Niggas sayin' I get broads right
They black, they spanish, they all types
They want it, they get it right on sight
Spend it all fuck that cost right?
My girlfriend got a girlfriend and her girlfriend got a girlfriend
We throwin' parties and we only lettin' girls in
It's all right, yeah it's all night
Oh they talk and we live it man them niggas all hype
And my jeans get big with them racks in it
Car got big and got ass in it
White on white and it's black tinted
I need a louie v bag with some stacks in it
These women talkin' crazy, come so far just to see me
Gas prices so high they can't wait till' I'm on TV
I said women talkin' crazy, come so far just to see me
Gas prices so high they can't wait till' I'm on TV
[Verse 3: Chabo]
They say Chabeezy damn you, you be actin' brand new
Bitch I think I'm BCU, bitch I think I'm FAMU
And I don't just fuck anything, girl I'm hella picky
I need a yellow bone, with ass like nicki
But tell the waiter, bring me some mo' bottles
Hold up bruh, bring me some mo' models
Full house in that VIP, upper hand when them cards dealt
Ralph M. and that TM baby come and get yo' heartfelt
( Ralph Martinez )
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